Kalleth

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@Spriggs27

It's actually about to kick off at the track and field, but yes, Jordan's otherwise occupied atm.

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Jordan Manilow

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@Spriggs27@Old Amsterdam@Zelosse@Sailorsadie@RoccanIronclad@Stern Algorithm

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Jordan sat from his perch, ass buzzing faintly thanks to the pink-haired boy's efforts. He sincerely hoped the boy would give up, if only so that Jordan could stop feeling his hair stand on end, even more so than usual. He raised an eyebrow at the student down below who in a fit of striking observance, had the gall to label Jordan a hobo. Jordan chewed at his lip, considered, and then nodded at that. After all, she hadn't seen the Shed. None of them had, and hopefully never would. Jordan was fine with his students believing that age-old myth that the teachers lived at school, waking up at the precise time their classes began and going into sleep mode during the holidays. He held his tongue, wondering if any of the students would defend his honour. After all, he'd put down more two-bit tykes of her ilk in his day than he could count on both of his hands and feet, at least. All the same, he started devising comebacks almost by accident, all of them vastly inappropriate and vastly hilarious.

The temperature dropped markedly, and Jordan thought for just a second that the headmaster had come to spectate, before he noted the girl who looked slightly uncomfortable standing next to Felix as the probable source of the chill. That might also be his girlfriend, Jordan thought absently. He felt kind of bored at this point, waiting for more projectiles, or at least a ratcheting up of intensity from his pupils. This level of cold was as likely to affect him as was the static currently tingling against his butt.

Jordan's interest was piqued by the beginnings of a tremor, signalling an earth elementalist, before he saw the beginnings of infighting emerge. One girl started questioning Felix's girlfriend, while the fire user himself began attempting to counteract his girlfriend's powers, which clearly were not properly focused. The end result, while impressive individually, resulted in Manilow leaning back and enjoying the sunshine while a possible threat neutralized itself. These kids were eons away from true teamwork, truly fulfilled potential, and that was why Jordan's enjoyment of the weather could remain only as a façade. His expression was grim, though none of them would see it. They needed to work together, and prevail as a united force, if what was happening to Kano, maybe even to Jordan himself, if that progressed...

A crackling noise broke the silence of Jordan's thoughts and he rolled backward on instinct, coming up in a kneeled position on the bleachers themselves. The edge of which had now been covered over with ice, where he'd been sitting moments before. Perhaps a more talented ice user had decided to take action, or that girlfriend of Felix's had more control than he gave her credit for. Either way, Jordan stood up now and felt the tingling in his feet through his shoes, a faint vibration under which he could feel the current of electricity pulsing. Maybe he was writing his students off too quickly. After all, the current was just as strong here as it was on the bars near the pink-haired boy, and Jordan wagered the current retained its force along the whole of the bleachers. An impressive feat. Not sufficient to subdue their teacher, but notable nonetheless.

Jordan was making to peek over the edge, maybe toss a few taunts, and see to what end the drama below had progressed before he felt a shadow come over him. Looking up, he saw a cloud familiar, or elemental, filled to bursting with rain.

"Fuck." Jordan breathed.

He ran in the other direction, students forgotten as the cloud kept pace with him, the beginnings of rain crackling down on the bleachers. Not for the first or the last time, Jordan cursed water users with all of his worst obscenities. Jordan rapidly approached the end of the bleachers, running out of room and ideas. Desperate, in a way he hadn't expected his students to bring out in him, Jordan skidded to a stop at the bleachers' edge. The cloud came over him, and with it came the rain, a conductor which could increase the electric potential, lower his resistance to devastating or even lethal levels. Jordan's power came fitfully, and then in a flood, all of his will concentrated above him.

It wasn't enough.

Jordan felt his body grow slick with rain, felt the water weakening his resistance, flowing down in moments to meet the bleachers. Jordan waited for pain, burning, and very bad smells. A tiny shock jolted up his spine, before subsiding. The Gym Teacher blinked, and then realized he couldn't feel the electricity at this end of the bleachers. No vibrations. And then he felt ridiculous. Lucky, foolish, and a little bit embarrassed. Clearly his body was by no means the most direct path for the charge to take back to the ground. If Jordan had been facing a trained and competent lightning user, getting wet would have meant death, for even the most hardy of earth elementalists. However in his current untrained state, this student was unable to provide sufficient will to overcome the natural laws of his element. It had merely been an unpleasant coincidence, then, that Jordan had almost been overcome by children without any training using the barest measures of their strength, in disorganized concert, had it not?

Standing silent in the rain, Jordan Manilow shivered, his mind roiling at the implications.

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Jordan Manilow

@Hammerman@Arya10108909@RoccanIronclad

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The first attempt, a ball of wind, made Jordan laugh. The force itself was nothing to shake a stick at, but it was child's play for him to let his legs unfold and drop to the next bar down, allowing the compressed ball of air to pass harmlessly above him. The next attempt took him off-guard, when he felt the metal begin to buzz with electricity, but in a moment Jordan was back to his calm collected state. The boy down below using his powers was not particularly strong, and though Jordan felt the electricity running through him like last night's chili, he was very fortunate. As an Earth user, Jordan's resistance to electricity was much higher than normal, which made this enterprising student's tazer-like blasts feel like static from one of Catherine's fuzzy sweaters. Of course Jordan had to watch himself, because he knew more than well enough that there were a share of water users in his class...

The last attack, causing the metal to bend and warp underneath Jordan's fingers, he circumvented in an after-thought, launching himself up the last few rungs of the bleachers, breathing hard, until he could sit back on the edge, waving down at the class. Was this all this year's roster had to offer? Abysmal, the worst he'd seen so far... Of course, Jordan watched with keen interest all the students who weren't participating. He hoped some would add their efforts to their classmates. He wanted to be pushed to the limit by them, and in turn, cause them to extend themselves fully. That would be a fulfilling first class, in Manilow's eyes.

EDIT: Actually did the homework on electricity and grounding, and came up with a canon method of explaining Manny's reaction without changing its outcome. :)

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*Jerks out of a drug-addled haze*

Yer good Sprigg.

*tumbles over into a heap, murmuring about convoluted means of creating comprehensive plot*

@Spriggs27

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Hey all, back for the New Year. Time to get back to the internet chores n' things. First off, the Gauntlet has been thrown. I eagerly await news of who shall take it up first! Second of all, I will be updating the activity list presently. So, look forward to an update on that shortly! Lastly, hope all had a grand Holiday season! I'm hoping to have a real banger this year, and you folks are a part of that.

WOO!

-Kalleth

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9:05 AM

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@RoccanIronclad@Rune_Alchemist@Awesomoman64@Old Amsterdam@Hammerman@Zelosse@Arya10108909@Crusader Lord

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Jordan hung from the bleachers, blood rushing to his head, and watched in his inverted position, as students walked toward the track and field upside down along the sky. Some he noted called up to him or pointed him out, others decided to stretch and warm up, while yet more simply lazed about and waited to be told what to do, no doubt with much reluctance. Jordan took a deep breath and exhaled, his stretches seemed to have loosened him up sufficently. Every year this first class took more out of him, but it was certainly not too much for him by any stretch. It was however, a little dangerous, even after much practice. You never knew what a student might throw at you without prompting, especially the young untrained ones.

"Good morning students!" Jordan bellowed, his voice carrying all the way up to the Academy's Central building. "Now, some of you might be thinking that this is the part where I run you ragged. The part where I make you do drills until you can't stand up and you feel sorer than a heavyweight champ after a losing bout. Some of you may be thinking this is the part where we all stand round in a circle and play a little game where we all get to learn each other's names. Some of you may be thinking, shit, I hate gym class and I just want it to be over. Well, to that last group of people, I say congratulations! You can end gym class right this second. All you need to do, is get my distinguished feet to touch the ground. Then you can leave, go to your other classes, write a book, I don't care. Today, whoever is able to make me touch the ground shall earn the distinguished honour of ending the gym class early, and if none of you can accomplish it, I'm afraid to say that I've gotten Headmaster Hargor's approval to keep you all from attending your other classes, or even using your dorms. So my students, it might take one of you, or it might take all of you. Either way, class is in session, and I'm waiting!"

Naturally, that last part about Hargor stopping classes and blocking the dorms was a fiction, but a well-practiced one, and Jordan and yet to see a student call his bluff. Now Jordan stretched his fingers, clenched his legs, and gave one last deep breath before scanning the gathered class below. Invariably, after some time to take in what their teacher had declared, somebody would fire a testing shot of some kind. Jordan couldn't suppress a grin. His deeper thoughts from before fell away as he focused on playing the game as best he could.

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As a note, I should be able to post Manilow tomorrow, or today.

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Zel, looks like the lightning's on the wall. Yui approved his sheet, and I do too.

Fate/Vacuous Radiance

Saber of Blue App

Name: Hrólfr Kraki

Class: Saber

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Hrólfr Kraki is greedy, glory-hungry, and violent. He also protects his own, and reviles those whom are traitors. Traitors to him, that is, as Hrólfr's sense of honour isn't constrained to petty contracts and agreements. He protects those who protect him, and he trusts only those he deems 'drowned in blood', because he can understand how those sorts of people think. He also believes that the greatest glory comes at the price of the sword. A rogue's rogue, a Northern Conqueror, a man whose charisma is fit to inspire men to follow him into hell. Many would say Hrólfr is insane, a genius, and both at the same time. He binds those about him in oaths of duty, and then takes them to the strongest foe, and they do battle. Hrólfr makes no claims of great ideals, or fighting for something bigger than himself. He fights for himself. He loves the fight as many have before and after him. In that, Hrólfr is the King of Soldiers, the Prince of Battle.

History: Several conflicting legends exist detailing Hrólfr's life, and while none of them is precisely true, the one given below provides the closest, most accurate account of Hrólfr's life.

Hrólfr Kraki's Saga

In Hrólfr Kraki's saga, Halfdan (Healfdene) had three children, the sons Helgi (Halga) and Hróarr (Hroðgar) and the daughter Signý. The sister was the eldest and married to Sævil Jarl, with whom she had the son Hrókr. Halfdan was murdered by his own brother Fróði (Froda) and the two brothers had to seek refuge with a man called Vivil on an island, until they could avenge their father and kill Fróði. Whereas Hróarr moved to Northumbria and married the king's daughter, Helgi (i.e. Halga) went to the Saxons wanting to woo their warlike queen Oluf. She was, however, not interested and humiliated Helgi by shaving his head and covering him with tar, while he was asleep, and sending him back to his ship. Some time later, Helgi returned and through a ruse, he kidnapped the queen for a while during which time he made her pregnant.

Having returned to her kingdom, the queen bore a child, a girl which she named Yrsa after her dog. Yrsa was set to live as a shepherd, until she was 12 years old, when she met her father Helgi who fell in love with her, not knowing it was his daughter. Oluf kept quiet about the parentage and saw it as her revenge that Helgi would wed his own daughter. Helgi and Yrsa had the son Hrólfr.

Learning that Helgi and Yrsa lived happily together, queen Oluf travelled to Denmark to tell her daughter the truth. Yrsa was shocked and although Helgi wanted their relationship to remain as it was, Yrsa insisted on leaving him to live alone. She was later taken by the Swedish king Aðils (Eadgils) as his queen, which made Helgi even more unhappy. Helgi went to Uppsala to fetch her, but was killed by Aðils in battle. In Lejre, he was succeeded by his son Hrólfr.

Hrólfr soon assembled twelve great berserkers named Hrómundr harði, Hrólfr skjóthendi, Svipdagr, Beigaðr, Hvítserkr inn hvati, Haklangr, Harðrefill, Haki inn frækni, Vöttr inn mikilaflaði, Starólfr, Hjalti inn hugprúði and Bödvar Bjarki.

After some time, Bödvar Bjarki encouraged Hrólfr to go Uppsala to claim the gold that Aðils had taken from Helgi after the battle. Hrólfr departed with 120 men and his twelve berserkers and during a rest they were tested by a farmer called Hrani (Odin in disguise) who advised Hrólfr to send back all his troops but his twelve berserkers, as numbers would not help him against Aðils.

They were at first well received, but in his hall, Aðils did his best to stop Hrólfr with pit traps and hidden warriors who attacked the Danes. Finally Aðils entertained them but put them to a test where they had to endure immense heat by a fire. Hrólfr and his berserkers finally had enough and threw the courtiers, who were feeding the fire, into the fire and leapt at Aðils. The Swedish king disappeared through a hollow tree trunk that stood in his hall.

Yrsa admonished Aðils for wanting to kill her son, and went to meet the Danes. She gave them a man named Vöggr to entertain them. This Vöggr remarked that Hrólfr had the thin face of a pole ladder, a Kraki. Happy with his new cognomen Hrólfr gave Vöggr a golden ring, and Vöggr swore to avenge Hrólfr if anyone should kill him. Hrólfr and his company were then attacked by a troll in the shape of a boar in the service of Aðils, but Hrólfr's dog Gram killed it.

They then found out that Aðils had set the hall on fire, and so they broke out of the hall, only to find themselves surrounded by heavily armed warriors in the street. After a fight, king Aðils retreated to summon reinforcements.

Yrsa then provided her son with a silver drinking horn filled with gold and jewels and a famous ring, Svíagris. Then she gave Hrólf and his men twelve of the Swedish king's best horses, and all the armour and provisions they needed.

Hrólfr took a fond farewell of his mother and departed over the Fyrisvellir. When they saw Aðils and his warriors in pursuit, they spread the gold behind themselves. Aðils saw his precious Svíagris on the ground and stooped to pick it up with his spear, whereupon Hrólf cut his back with his sword and screamed in triumph that he had bent the back of the most powerful man in Sweden.

Hrólfr lived in peace for some time. However, his half-elven half-sister Skuld was married to Hjörvarðr (Heoroweard) one of Hrólfr's subkings, and she began to turn her husband against Hrólfr. Under the pretext that they would wait three years before paying the accumulated tribute at one time, Skuld assembled a large army which included strong warriors, criminals, elves and norns. She used seiðr (witchcraft) to hide the great muster from Hrólfr and his champions.

They then arrived at Lejre one yule for the midwinter celebrations, with all the weapons hidden in wagons. A fight started and like in the account found in Gesta Danorum, Bödvar Bjarki fought in the shape of a spirit bear until he was awakened by Hjalti. Skuld used her witchcraft to resuscitate her fallen warriors and after a long fight Hrólfr and all his berserkers fell.

Skuld became the ruler of Denmark but did not rule well. Bödvar Bjarki's brothers Elk-Froði and Þorir Houndsfoot went to Denmark to avenge their brother. The Swedish queen Yrsa gave them a large Swedish army headed by Vöggr. They captured Skuld before she could use her magic and tortured her to death. Then they raised a mound for Hrólfr Kraki where he was buried together with his sword Skofnung.

Weapon: Skofnung (sword), Svíagris (ring), Gram (Dog)

Parameters:

STR: A

CON: C

AGI: B

MGI: D

LCK: C

Class Skills:

Riding - C

Independent Action - C

Personal Skills:

Vöggr's Oath - The oath of vengeance sworn by Vöggr takes its effect, should Hrólfr fall in battle, and that ancient soul lends his strength to Hrólfr, allowing him to rise again long enough to avenge himself on his killer. Does not revive Hrólfr, who succumbs to his wounds as soon as his vengeance is done. (Single Usage, requires a stream of prana to maintain.)

Backbreaker - Initiating attacks against opponents who are more injured than Hrólfr activates a + Rank Up in STR and AGI. Passive Skill.

Face of A Kraki - Hrólfr takes a rank penalty to AGI, and gains a boost to CON. AGI becomes C and CON becomes B. This skill can be switched on and off at will, however doing so costs prana, and must be done while standing still.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Skofnung

Title: Sword of Twelve Souls

Rank: A (Passive) -A to E (Active)

NP Type: Anti-Unit / Anti-Army

Range: 2 (Passive) / 30 (Active)

Maximum Number of Targets: 39

Description: Skofnung, the sword of Hrolfr Kraki, was formally known as the best of all swords carried in northern lands, and the sharpest blade ever forged. Skofnung's cuts keep cutting until the victim is ripped apart, unless the Skofnung Stone touches the wound. Similar accounts detail that cuts made by Skofnung will never heal unless touched by the Skofnung Stone. The Noble Phantasm has manifested Skofnung in such a manner that the twelve souls of Hróki's berserkers are sealed in the blade itself. Each seal lends a unit of power to Skofnung, Hróki can weaken the sword and free his berserkers to gain an advantage in battle, with each berserker gaining the attributes of Skofnung (at that level when they are released) in their own abilities. Thus, consequently, were all the berserkers to be released simultaneously, they would be at their maximum level of power, whereas if the last berserker were released separately, both the sword and this last fighter, would be greatly reduced in their ability to help fight. The following highlights the levels of power of Skofnung, and what is gained and subsequently lost at each stage. Releasing seals is an irreversible process, and should be considered with the same seriousness as the use of a Command Seal.

Levels of Skofnung's Power

A - Default level of power, can breach any defence, magic or mundane, and leaves true wounds that cannot be healed. The sword's blade is unbreakable, and can withstand forces many thousands of times that of the actual blade's strength.

B - Can no longer pierce any defence, its cutting ability reduced to that of a superbly sharp sword. Still deals true wounds and is unbreakable.

C - Superbly sharp, no longer deals true wounds, is unbreakable.

D - Skofnung is further dulled, but it can still trade blows with Excalibur without yielding.

E - Skofnung becomes a normal sword, a shadow of its former glory. At this stage, Hrólfr had better have his hands on the Grail, or else be able to fight off opponents with whatever comes to hand, because his legendary sword is no longer imbued with the legends of old, and it is still a godly weapon, but only compared to the weapons of mortals. To other Servants, it may as well be a twig. A very pretty twig, but nothing more.

The plus and minus modifiers are also represented, though these seal levels merely fractionally reduce Skofnung's strength. At B+ for example, Skofnung may pierce every defence 50% of the time, and fail the other 50%.

Revised Nick Chamberlain;

Nick Chamberlain

Name/Title: Nick Chamberlain

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Personality: Nick will do whatever it takes to win the Holy Grail War, and he considers determination the greatest virtue any person can have. A relentlessly hard-working, mildly obsessive, and courageous man, Nick's motivations come from the deepest part of his heart. There is a kind of wisdom in his way of always pressing forward, never ever giving ground unless he absolutely has to. Nick's a friendly guy, unless a person is standing in his way, in which case Nick just became a that person's worst nightmare. Nick isn't terribly academically inclined, though he's not above hitting the books for a good reason. Moreover, Nick has felt that in changing his mentality from that of the Fighter, to that of a protector, life holds more fulfillment for him. Where before there was only senseless violence, now there is a world of potential that he can see opening up before him. Of course, all he has to do, is win one last fight. And that's why Nick will give it his all.

Appearance:

Biography: Born to an American boxer and his wife in July of 1980, Nick inherited a trust fund from his father, who was a famous and influential fighter in his time. He was educated in a private institution for business education, and also had a membership at the local boxing club. In his teenage years, Nick was approached by an independent magical tutor who showed him how to unlock the potential he already possessed to make use of his magic circuits. At the outset of his twenties, Nick had a degree in Business Studies, an unbroken title in his local boxing club, and most impressive of all, a formal apprenticeship to a Magus of the Clock Tower, albeit a renegade. This renegade apprenticeship of sorts set Nick on the path to becoming a master. He would spend the next four years being tutored in both General Fundamentals of Magecraft, as well as Modern Magecraft Theories. Of course, he decided to take a break from his studies and go on a vacation to Fuyuki, where he was soon caught up in a Holy Grail War.

In the more mundane world of business, Nick is the CEO of the respectable company Chamberlain Ventures Inc. which uses his trust fund as the basis for investments and different financial engagements. This position and his stake in the company provide Nick with much in the ways of resources and support, insofar as daily life can be concerned. Though he leaves much of the management duties and day-to-day grind of his business to his board directors, he still maintains principle executive authority over the company's direction and values.

Family History: On his mother's side, Nick's grandmother was a Magus of a very good pedigree, comparable to a Tohsaka, or an Aozaki, but she kept that part of her life from her daughter for reasons unknown. Nevertheless, the magical heritage was passed down all the same. The true history of Nick's family's lineage only came to light when his tutor approached him, and by that point they were unable to determine which lineage of Magi had sired Nick's grandmother. Unfazed, Nick resolved to begin a new formalized dynasty of Magi, starting with him and his own magical circuits. A strong foundation, to be certain.

Origin: Determination

Elemental Affinity: Wind / Earth

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

Od: B

Magecraft: General Fundamentals, Magic Crest (First Generation), Ehwaz Rune, Reinforcement, Earth / Wind Magic

Equipment: Fist Wraps (Mystic Codes; Prana Absorption), Crisply Cut Suit, Fighter's Gi, Boxing Shorts, 51% Stake in Chamberlain Ventures Inc., Boxing Gloves (Mystic Codes; Prana>/<Energy Convertor)

Fist Wraps - Nick's fist wraps are Mystic Codes which allow him to, when hitting the pressure points of an enemy magus, or even a willing volunteer, absorb small amounts of their prana. The lethality of the strikes is directly linked to how much prana is absorbed, which is why they are far more effective as offensive tools than as a means of recovering prana from volunteers. Real pain must be inflicted to gain any valuable amount of prana. There are very real and practical limits to a Mystic Code of this sort, but when employed properly, it can be a devastating trump card. Theoretically, they should also function on Servants, even more effectively given the nature of their summoning. But to attack a servant with nothing but one's fists... is nothing short of insane.

Boxing Gloves - Nick's second set of Mystic Codes are his boxing gloves, which work best in tandem with the fist wraps, because their effects combine to reduce the prana cost of the gloves. Specifically, the gloves generate twice as much kinetic force as they would with the normal punching power behind them, and this extra force can be compounded the more prana is channelled into the gloves. Effectively, the first blow would generate enough kinetic force to press the second even further, and so on. Using the gloves is very dangerous, both if used unaided by the wraps which compensate for the rapid increase in prana drain, but also because there is no upper limit to the forces that cannot be achieved. If Nick is either reckless or determined enough, he can place enough force behind a seventh or eighth combo punch to break his body in devastating ways. Its execution at such levels could very well down a Servant, if at the price of rendering Nick incapable of ever punching again. Naturally, if Nick takes time to cancel out the kinetic momentum of the gloves, they will reset. He has had extensive training with them, and can reach combos of four to five punches without risking bodily harm to himself, he is at a serious risk of killing a normal human after merely the third punch.

Skills: Boxing, Business Degree, Marksmanship, Mixed Martial Arts, Magecraft, Piano, Fashion Sense, Socialization, Negotiation, Driving, Nutrition, Training/Exercise, Coaching, Risk/Reward Assessment

Fate/Vacuous Radiance

Nick Chamberlain

Name/Title: Nick Chamberlain

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Personality: Nick will do whatever it takes to win the Holy Grail War, and he considers determination the greatest virtue any person can have. A relentlessly hard-working, mildly obsessive, and courageous man, Nick's motivations come from the deepest part of his heart. There is a kind of wisdom in his way of always pressing forward, never ever giving ground unless he absolutely has to. Nick's a friendly guy, unless a person is standing in his way, in which case Nick just became a that person's worst nightmare. Nick isn't terribly academically inclined, though he's not above hitting the books for a good reason. Moreover, Nick has felt that in changing his mentality from that of the Fighter, to that of a protector, life holds more fulfillment for him. Where before there was only senseless violence, now there is a world of potential that he can see opening up before him. Of course, all he has to do, is win one last fight. And that's why Nick will give it his all.

Appearance:

Biography: Born to an American boxer and his wife in July of 1980, Nick inherited a trust fund from his father, who was a famous and influential fighter in his time. He was educated in a private institution for business education, and also had a membership at the local boxing club. In his teenage years, Nick's magical circuits manifested and he was approached by an independent magical tutor. At the outset of his twenties, Nick had a degree in Business Studies, an unbroken title in his local boxing club, and most impressive of all, a formal apprenticeship to a Magus of the Clock Tower, albeit a renegade. This renegade apprenticeship of sorts set Nick on the path to becoming a master. He would spend the next four years being tutored in both General Fundamentals of Magecraft, as well as Modern Magecraft Theories. Of course, he decided to take a break from his studies and go on a vacation to Fuyuki, where he was soon caught up in a Holy Grail War.

In the more mundane world of business, Nick is the CEO of the respectable company Chamberlain Ventures Inc. which uses his trust fund as the basis for investments and different financial engagements. This position and his stake in the company provide Nick with much in the ways of resources and support, insofar as daily life can be concerned. Though he leaves much of the management duties and day-to-day grind of his business to his board directors, he still maintains principle executive authority over the company's direction and values.

Family History: On his mother's side, Nick's grandmother was a Magus of a very good pedigree, possibly a Tohsaka, or an Aozaki, however he's never been able to find out which. The true history of his family's lineage only came to light when his talent for Magecraft had manifested, and by that point he no longer had a desire to know what lineage he was truly descended from, deciding to found a new dynasty of Magi. He certainly has the Magic Circuits to do so.

Origin: Determination

Elemental Affinity: Wind / Earth

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

Od: B

Magecraft: General Fundamentals, Magic Crest (First Generation), Ehwaz Rune, Reinforcement, Earth / Wind Magic

Equipment: Fist Wraps (Mystic Codes; Prana Absorption), Crisply Cut Suit, Fighter's Gi, Boxing Shorts, 51% Stake in Chamberlain Ventures Inc., Boxing Gloves (Mystic Codes; Prana>/<Energy Convertor)

Skills: Boxing, Business Degree, Marksmanship, Mixed Martial Arts, Magecraft, Piano, Fashion Sense, Socialization, Negotiation, Driving, Nutrition, Training/Exercise, Coaching, Risk/Reward Assessment